Luyện nghe bài hát Kristi

Aw Lord baby, she got a flip
baby, I been smokin'
Been chokin' and it's so potent baby, we high
And you got the silver by my man Ferg, baby?
You a giant baby, you on these niggas' necks
Sometimes you gotta just that, ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big
And choke them even harder, cause a dog
You's a, a fuckin' champ, these are puppies baby
They can't, they can't with you baby, Lord

Racks on on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my back (right)
Double G all on my cap, (yeah) monogram on a (smear)
Testin' that like Pap (smear)
eatin' that bitch the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she makin' it clap
I'm 'bout to Yammy a letter,
'em I'm doin' way better (right)
"Plain Jane" the song of the
(yeah) I'm busy just chasin' the
I'm a Klein model on billboards,
I did a campaign with the (right)
Adidas gave me another deal and
too, they got cheddar (alright)
Shoot in the PJs (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sendin' me all free
clothes (right) just put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay, niggas have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my for me, and Jam Master Jay for TJ

Goddamn,
When it be outside nigga, you the umbrella
that shit just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
Cause you just all the fuckin' world with this shit, baby
Niggas cannot you

Trench mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
Fuckin' the Lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no
Pap-pap, puttin' everything inside a
that, everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch inside a
I'm rappin', got no hard-on, double tappin'
From a city built on and pistol-packin'
See you and they packin' what you lackin'
Take you out and they act like nothin' happen
Amnesia got rid of the
in the hood where they blowin' on reefer
I follow the light while you the leader
Now a nigga overseas where they my Visa, look

Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you
Is that a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp
This got a Boost, baby, what the fuck
Nigga, you step it up
You need to get you a trap
Nigga you need to get one of fuckin' Motorolas, baby
Niggas can't track us, baby

Finger roll, roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't even up the pumps, huh
when I tie 'em up, yeah
I 'em, they gon' need a crutch, yeah
And I talkin' groupie bitches
When I say they got panties in a bunch
I'm talkin' niggas, I talkin' nada
They ain't talkin' figures, gotta be six, or better
get a house, gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? You gon' to step up
Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if they make it
Pull up to the place, fucked her we met up
Yeah, I'm gettin' buzz, but I let up
I seen a doctor, but I got my check up
Check up, up, check up, check up
I'm playin' chess, you stuck on
why your gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you
Check up, up, check up, check up
I got a check on my (wait)
I'm track of time
I don't hear tick or no tock (yup)